"Mr David, it is nice to finally meet you."
David stirs, finally coming too. The last thing he could remember was walking into his penthouse and then...
Pain.
His hand shoots up to the back of his head, where he could still feel a shadow of the old pain. Or at least his hand tried to, but the restraint keeping him tied up prevented him from doing anything more than just struggle.
"What is this?" David asks, his struggle intensifying, though weakly. He was tied to a chair with a bag over his head.
A chuckle from behind him reminds him of the other ovice in the room.
"Well, now I am getting disappointed," the voice says.
"When I was assigned this little task, I was promised a whole lot of fun," it sounds disappointed. "All I've got so far is a bunch of fat pigs that aren't even worth hunting."
David couldn't recognise the voice. It sounded like it was being scrambled by a voice changer.
"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my home. Do you know who the fuck I am?!" David practically growls.
"Ah! The fat pig might actually have some fight left in him!" The voice responds with glee.
The sound of sirens blaring catches both their attention. David perks up.
"Looks like time's running out for you," he grins under the bag. "If you leave now, you might actually make it out of here. Maybe."
The voice breaks into a mirthless laugh, the voice changer making the sound even more unsettling.
"You know what? You're probably right."
The knife slips clean into David's neck. So fast and so clean was the strike that he only knew what had happened when the warm river of blood began to stream down his neck.
David strains against his restraint, trying to get his hands to his neck. Trying to stop the fountain of blood.
A hand rests gently at the back of David's neck, caressing it softly.
"Shh! Easy, easy. Ease into it. Do not return to our ancestors with a heavy heart. Accept death's sweet kiss as it comes. Go easy, brother. Traitor or not, you still need to pass to the ancestral plain with ease."
The voice coed, and despite the voice changer's effects, those words eased David's soul. He stopped fighting and just... allowed it happen.
"A painless death," David whispers. "Much better than I deserve, I think."
The voice chuckles. "Ah, you figured it out then. I think you're the first one to have made the connection. Or at least said it out loud."
"Well... if you had... said those... words to any of them... I am sure they must have figured it out as well." David struggles to get those words out. "For what it's worth... I'm sorry. I was always sorry."
"I know," the voice said. "Hence our gift to you, a painless death."
It took a while for David to be gathered unto his ancestors. The voice stayed with him through it, easing his passage and sending him off according to the customs of his people. By the time the man finally died, the police had already surrounded the building.